ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Like ships in the night, we pass through this life. We’re tossed and oft crushed by the waves,
We sometimes sail peacefully then there comes strife. It seems not a single one saves,
We enter a harbor protected and safe, it cradles and calms all our fears,
A sweet sanctuary, a place to call home, unbound by sheer terror or tears,
Still waters there greet us, He’s waiting to meet us, the Savior and King of the world,
No more shall we struggle our path is made clear, His cloak of salvation unfurled.
This painting was done en plein air a few years back on a day where the temperature was about 109 degrees. As I sit here by my window, I am witness to a new falling snow. This painting is helping to lift me up today.